A/N: Written for the TimePetals 100 Weekly Theme over on Tumblr. This week's prompt was "sloth."

I imagine this to be a kinda-sorta sequel to "How Doomsday Didn't Happen."

. . .

One Day Later

A pile of dirty laundry is lumped in the corner, sweaters and denims, vest tops and lacy underthings she wore, up till twelve hours ago, just to see him blush and stutter. Now torn off her, they rest somewhere in the folds of the sheets along with the Doctor's swirly tie and pinstriped trousers, their cuffs still stuck in the tongue of his tightly-knotted trainers.

The bazoolium sits on Rose's nightstand, next to her alarm clock and yesterday's unwashed tea things. Briefly inspired to prepare this repast, distraction soon struck the Doctor again in the form of her bare breasts and jam-sticky toast crumbs.

The calendar above her bed marks off the last time they stopped at the Powell Estate, a reminder of her humanity. The Doctor is below her in bed, hairy (manly) chest to her cheek, soft snores ruffling her bedhead, a reminder of his.

London can wait another day.

Jackie and the Pete's World crew destroy the Daleks and Cybermen with tea and baseball bats.